My father's motorcycle is still parked on the balcony of my house, which reminds me of my childhood.
When I was in kindergarten, my father used to take me to and from school on his motorcycle. I was on the back of the motorcycle and realized that my father's back was so wide.
The north wind was blowing, but I did not have a trace of cold, because my father's back has long been to the unknown wind block, I sat on the motorcycle, can only hear the wind from both sides of the body blowing through. I remember I was in a custodial class one day when a 5~6 gale suddenly blew outside the window.
I thought: finished, a moment after school, I have to go up to the school gate to wait for my father, I will freeze. Ding ...... with the ringing of the school bell, I walked out of the school gate, and sure enough, a gust of wind blowing, blowing on my young body, freezing me straight shivering, being at this time, a coat draped over my body, I know that's my father, but wait for me to turn my head, my father is already sitting on a motorcycle, waiting for me to go up. ...... A year later, I went to elementary school, suddenly found that many students in the class have private cars, all of a sudden, I do not seem to like the motorcycle so much, and even gradually on the father and the motorcycle more and more hate.
One day, I said to my dad, "Dad, you don't have to drive me in the future." My dad seemed to see through it, but he didn't say anything. The first thing I did was to ask my father to give me a ride, and he did.
I began to walk to school and from school. Until that afternoon ...... That afternoon, I was sitting in my classroom packing my bag for school.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew out of the window, I walked out of the school, cold and anxious, then how I wished there was a coat draped over me, but there was not, because my father did not come. I walked alone on that familiar and unfamiliar path, it was at this time, I found a man and a motorcycle in front of me, as if waiting for who? Ah! It was my father, I ran over to him, he put a coat on me, looked at me kindly and said, "Dad will wait for you here in the future!" I jumped in my dad's arms, tears of remorse wet dad's shirt.
2. Dad smoking essay detail descriptionThe mountain, so tall, steady, deep; and I, have a belong to my own father's love, like a mountain.
For my father, I admire him, although he does not say much, but all the time does not exude a mature man's taste, fifteen years, from the day I remember, with my father happened a little bit of my heart, from the first time I described my father, write his fat, write his humor, write his serious, write his amiable, write his wisdom and cleverness, write him with me and my mother, write all kinds of interesting things that happened, this point of view, the first time I described my father, write his fat, write his humor, write his seriousness, write his amiability, write his wisdom and cleverness, write him with me and my mother, write my mother and I, write my father, write my father, write my father, write my father. All kinds of interesting things happened between him and my mom and me, this little bit of happiness, has long been engraved in my heart! I like to call my father "Dad", because I think "Dad" is more intimate, I like to hold my father with my left hand and my mother with my right hand, that kind of warm feeling will always remain in my memory. Dad's shoulder is my sheltered harbor, behind that broad shoulder, must be the warmth of the world, when I was a child, my father always held my hand, led me across the street, teach me to learn to walk, ride a bike, and I shopped in the supermarket, of course, accompanied by mom.
If God let me take all the wealth in exchange for these memories engraved in my mind, I will never agree! For me, my father's love for me touched me, my father is a man of few words, but his actions do not reveal his love for me, a small look, a small action, my father's love for me is deep, only belong to me, father's love. Last winter, I caught a cold, a low fever persists, one afternoon burned to 38 degrees five, Dad just came home from work, see the red face confused me, eyes flashed a hint of urgency, then took me to the hospital, the same day more than six o'clock in the afternoon, I played the drip, Dad assured a lot, let Mom go home first, he stayed with me, but Mom is afraid that Dad will appear hypoglycemia, let him first will be home, Dad couldn't resist! Mom, had to go home, but before leaving, but with a little smile, said: "An hour after the shift!" Then he left without looking back.
Sure enough, an hour later, my dad returned to the hospital and told my mom to go back. The room in the hospital was so hot, and my dad was afraid of the heat! I don't know how he spent that long hour, and what touched me the most is that when my dad saw me licking my lips, he poured a glass of water for me, and I will never forget the look in my dad's eyes when he fed me water, full of a kind of love, a kind of pity. This is different from the mother's eyes, dad's eyes are complex, as if the sea, deep can not see the bottom.
He slowly bent down, the cup of water gently close to my lips, slowly pouring water into my mouth, the warm liquid into my throat, the delicate body of the dad let me be surprised, how I did not think, usually a big man will have such delicate emotions! Back home, I sweated all over, the fever also fell off a lot, dad a moment to give me water, a moment to give me oranges, a moment for me to peel pears, mom is also very busy. A person's life, has a father's love, and has a mother's love, what more do you ask for? Today's night, the moon is so bright! My father is working in Linyi at this time, and I enjoy the same bright moon! Lying on the soft Simmons bed, open the floodgates of memory, the past and the father of the occurrence of the dots and dashes vividly in mind, in the ice and snow to send and receive my father, in the holiday with me to play with my father, for me to explain the math problem of the father, with me to buy clothes for the father of the father of me in the love of my father's growth of happiness, in the protection of my father's safe growth, unconsciously, has been over 15 years.
That year was a terrible year, the results of the physical examination of the father wrote in black and white "three high". My eyes have a moment of Venus appeared, and I learned that my father can no longer smoke and drink, I realized that it is now time for me to protect my father, I began to help my father to quit smoking and drinking, to encourage him, to help him, my father when I was a child often coaxed me to play, and now, it is time for me to use my father to love me to love him in the same way that I love him, although after fifteen years of my father's head with more than a few more silver hairs, but in my heart, my father is still upright and strong. is still upright, strong, sturdy, the difference is that now it is changed to me to love him.
Dad exudes the flavor of a mature man still, the sea of the world. The earthly world.
Maybe everything will change, but I believe that my dad's love for me, my love for my dad, with the green mountains, with the world to survive. Dad's love is like a mountain.
3. Character detail description characteristics essay To write a fragment of my father after smokingof my father often swallowed clouds at home, our whole family is very unhappy, so I want to persuade my father to quit smoking.
I thought hard for a night, and finally came up with three sets of persuasion programs.
I finally came up with three sets of persuasive programs. I thought: these three sets of programs to deal with dad is not three fingers to take the snail - nine out of ten?
The next day, I turned out I collected information about the harm of smoking on the human body, this is my plan A: say the harm of smoking. I said, "Dad, I've noticed you've been a bit of a dragon these past two days." "Yeah? That's good, I like dragons." Dad said. I said, "No, I mean you smoke a lot. You don't know that, do you? Smoking one cigarette reduces your life expectancy by one hour." "Dragons walk away and tigers walk in the wind, what kind of power does a dragon have without clouds of smoke." I saw that my dad didn't listen to me and got a little angry and said, "Well, since you don't listen to me, you don't believe that a dragon that even huffs and puffs has any might." "Good! Good! Good! I'll listen to you, not just quit smoking? I will definitely do it." I was very happy at that time.
The good times didn't last, and a week later, Dad was smoking again, and my Plan A had failed.
It looked like I was going to have to go to my Plan B: Dad's flaws. My dad has no other shortcomings, just one shortcoming - stingy. Today my dad smoked again, and I asked him, "Dad you're smoking again!" "Well" "If you still smoke, I want you to promise me one condition." "What condition?" "You have to promise me first, now all the students in our class have dolls, only I don't have one, you have to buy me one." "Isn't it just a doll,? I'll buy it for you." "I'm not finished yet, if you still smoke you have to buy me a 100 dollar doll, if you don't smoke you buy me a 10 dollar doll. There's a zero in the middle, so you have to think about it! Dad said: "I think about it, tell you tomorrow."
The next day, Dad said, "I'll buy you a 10-dollar one." I said, "Don't go back on your word!" "OK." I was able to kill two birds with one stone. One, I got my dad to quit smoking, and two, I got a doll, and I'm a flaming corn-happy!
But God didn't help me, a month later, I found my dad smoking outside again, which really made me sad!
I had to use my sure-fire Plan C: the dangers of smoking to others, and I knew that Dad loved me the most. Dad smoked again today, and I went over and pretended to cough it up. Dad asked, "What's wrong with you, daughter." I said, "What can I do, can't stand the smell of smoke?" Dad was puzzled and said, "What's wrong with you if I smoke?" "It's a big problem. When you smoke, I cough when I smell smoke, and my lungs hurt. Because there are a lot of toxic substances in the smoke. Scientists say that smoking is the same as taking drugs. You're just a drug addict, but you're also taking me with you, and I'm still a child." Dad firmly said, "I didn't think it would hurt you, in that case, I will never smoke again." I was so happy to hear this.
4. Description of Dad's Smoking EssayThere are many men in the world whose biggest hobby is smoking, and even women smoke. My dad smokes, and I think it's bad because it's bad for your health. It's written on the left side of every pack of cigarettes, "Smoking is bad for your health," not on the left side of every pack. Some people, like my dad, know that smoking is bad for your health, but they still smoke all day long, it's like a "big pipe". Smoking is like lighting up a big haystack, making the house a mess, choking people hate to wear a gas mask.
I want to say to my dad, "Dad, I really hope you can quit smoking. If you really can't quit, just smoke a little less every day! It's not that I don't want you to smoke, but if cigarettes were good for you, I'd want you to smoke more! But it's the opposite. Smoking is not good for the body. There are at least two advantages to smoking less: one is that you can save money; the other is that it does not cause harm to your body. You should smoke less and buy some tonic to nourish your body with the money you save! You are the backbone of the family! Dad, smokers have a much higher chance of getting lung cancer than ordinary people! Cancer is incurable! Dad, please wake up!
Dad, can you hear me? Your daughter is calling! Dad, I hope you will cut off your relationship with tobacco as soon as possible."
Today, a month has passed since Dad quit smoking.
Speaking of my father, everyone will give a thumbs up, but the only shortcoming of my father is that he loves to smoke. Smoking two packs a day, so that the home pandemonium, I and my mother is suffering from it. So, I must make my dad quit smoking.
I first looked for a magazine to my dad to see, dad look, I said on the sidelines: "Dad, look, it says that there is nicotine in the cigarette, and. Every cigarette will reduce 0. 5 seconds of life." Dad looked at it and said in disbelief, "I want to quit smoking too! But I just can't quit!" I heard, thought: for the sake of this family, for mom and dad, I must find a way to let dad quit smoking.
I was the apple of my family's eye, and my grades were so good that my teacher said I would be able to get into a prestigious university.
One day home from school, I saw that my father did not work, sleeping at home they picked up the workbook, sat on the floor, crying while tearing: "What is good about reading, not as good as learning." My father was woken up by me and saw me tearing the book, so he asked me, "Baby, why are you tearing the book?" When I heard that, I cried even harder and said, "You're smoking and causing discord in the house, and it's interfering with my studies, so I'm not going to study anymore!" Dad heard, quickly said: "my little ancestor, don't tear, I promise you, don't smoke is." After hearing this, I immediately broke into tears and smiled: "A promise is a promise, we pull the hook."
One day, two days, I did not see my father smoking, thought: Dad does not smoke at home, outside will smoke it? So, I followed my dad, still did not see my dad smoking, so I bought a pack of cigarettes on the table. When my dad came back, he saw the cigarettes on the table and took one out, smelled it and put it in his mouth. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he threw all the cigarettes into the trash can. I saw it and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Today, I was especially happy!
My dad has one of the biggest hobbies, that is, he loves to smoke. He smokes a pack of cigarettes a day on average, which often fight with my mom, but the angry dad has a bunch of crooked reasoning, saying what "men do not smoke, white in the world upside down," the mother angry half dead, but he is not the baby girl.
One day at noon, Dad sneaked into the room, ready to take a box of cigarettes, I was asleep suddenly woke up, I jumped out of bed and rushed up in an arrow, pulling Dad said: "Do not smoke." "Baby girl ah, let daddy smoke one!" Dad begged. "No way." I firmly said, dad took me no way, had to return to the living room in a mess, every two days off I write homework out to play, mom is not at home, dad will be unscrupulous in the house swallowing smoke, when I came back, the home has long been filled with smoke, "cough cough, choking people!" I yelled, I ran to the living room to the father again, the father was dumbfounded.
From then on, under my supervision, Dad only smoked one cigarette a day, but occasionally make mistakes when, whenever I found, I always have to criticize him.
Dad, dear dad, do you know, how I hope you can completely quit smoking, is my best dad!